1. |
Like Dust On Dirt
03:57
|
|||
|
Unshackled I write of the strangest dungeons of the mind
that echo in these nights
a place that binds perception and might
outpost doubt, lost signal, snow blind
I shot a flare into the sky
Cause I've been lost in contact
a constant carnage report
I forward debt collectors
a constant karma remorse
a head full of high tide
erode the cliffs on insight
brushing dust from headstones
the only ones who laugh at my jokes
My sleep patterns have become a blur of existential night terror
static, stuck in reverse
never known why consciousness is too quick to deprive
"Try to enjoy all of your time"
I've been lost in contact
a constant carnage report
I forward friends and letters
a constant karma remorse
a fresh hell on blue skies
foundation shakes, my teeth grind
brushing dust from headstones
the only ones who laugh at my jokes
|
||||
2. |
Ruffian
02:48
|
|||
|
Free world has it's limits
they feed on gasoline
can't catch a ride in this desert
hi jack reality
integrity gets hollow
they left the door ajar
driving the highways backwards
distance from patrol cars
Joyride through armageddon
purgatory has got too hard
hell hounds break into heaven
speed through the permit guards
no blunt but this cab is smoking
abandoned for a new car
lifted a B'lista Compact
skipped town and lost the charge
Not waiting for appointments
no line at the dmv
I brought a bug out backpack
no lack of hostility
drive on in trance like trespass
a gunshot lost in the breeze
waltzing through traffic pockets
a buzzbomb dropped on the streets
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Coughing up dust almond shakers raise
coughing up smoke on our lunch breaks
you're always cooking food in the microwave
and reeling at the grass I silflay
Your sunbronzed skin
glows on the reflection
of the waters you wrangle me in
we both drown laughing
Dropping coffee on the counter you cleaned
been dropping acid with you in my dreams
you're always makin fun of my tired ass age
I'm always callin you by different psudonyms
Your devilish grin
like a bear trap to my shins
your skin pressed to my skin
crushing sensation
Passing my car in an improvised race
pass that nectar you exhaled in my face
the way you wear all of my long sleeves
the smell of your hair layin up on me
|
||||
4. |
The Desert Is Vast
02:11
|
|||
|
Most paths don't cross again
thick as thieves after much time missed
passing through land, sorting junk drawers of words
you're the bolt cutters to my brains' safe guarded answers
and then we laugh, take stabs, take photographs
navigators rest while speakers steady my steering hands
heaven on earth in our garden of comfort
heaven on earth as we steal what the guards birthed
|
||||
5. |
Bard's Destruction
03:19
|
|||
|
Seems the car stereo has begun to mumble
bumping static I white knuckle
parked on two thirds a red curb in competition with the neighbors
awake to two new tickets to pay
cursing at the meter maid
Splinters of dawn, long before the sun
with the dogs cross linoleum
cat claws my achilles tendon
a Zaius call for my attention
birds talk and mock us in the backyard
unaware of the panther's plot
This is my life's blood, mocking of the heavens
what you pull from the nothingness
life's blood, beyond jobs, convictions
a bark of affection
life's blood, a bard's destruction
carving into the writer's block
|
||||
6. |
Observation
04:27
|
|||
|
I've become a post card of a friend
a letter bomb written in chicken scratch
that only shows when the postage is spent
a late arrival to the wrong address
Cause I've had nothing kind to say about how I spent my summer days
you are a photo bomb of a friend
a rare sight but you always check in
and though we're on the phone I feel it in my chest
put the world in a comedic lens
Like how I'm always a pay stub away from livin in the shurbs off the interstate
Look back and laugh on what you can, take a stab at your regrets
look back and laugh on whatever you can, lost on illusion magic
A distance grows but phone lines always remain open
|
||||
Wylscot Records recommends:
Clean Cut American Fun
go to albumIf you like Reclaim Scrape, you may also like:
Once Upon A Time In Montréal
by Murray A. Lightburn
The folk artist explores grief through these smooth and soulful tracks.
go to album
Hushed and riveting, the new LP from Ana Silvera centers her expressive voice against quietly glowing guitars.
go to album
The new EP from Steve Gunn pairs the guitarist with Mdou Moctar, Circuit des Yeux, Bing & Ruth, and more for five evocative songs.
go to album
The St Buryan Sessions
by Sarah McQuaid
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar.
go to album
The sixth release from Steve Gunn is a dreamy gift of hazy melodies and ambient introspection.
go to album
